The arrow forms in your grasp, a shaft of translucent blue ice veined with frost, its fletching sharp crystalline shards that glint like shattered winter sky. Nocked and drawn, it hums with chilling vibration, the broad head condensing moisture into razor-edged spikes that drip liquid nitrogen. Released, it whistles through the air, trailing a comet's tail of swirling snowflakes, before slamming home in a burst of splintering frost and frozen blood.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ammo | Arrow of Ice |